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i was a lake. but your love
carved me into a river;

when winter walks

between the trees of us,

i will not freeze over.

my love for you

will be moving,

keep moving,

still moving, always.

:::

the silence i long for

can be found

in the leafless dregs of winter.

a widely accessible silence

that gives the appearance of rarity

within the noise.

out here---when i cease my step---

i may believe

i can hear my own blood

being pumped through my arteries.

out here---thought decomposes

to feeling.

out here---i disappear into

:::

i thought i knew of love...

never did i anticipate

being a light bulb

swallowed by the sun.

a persistent yearning for discernment

showed me

a true love

will make me a star

leaning on the infinitude of space.

:::

there are too many open doors

in this burning building.

the smoke says,

Why don't you stick around?

it took this burning building and open doors

to remind me there is always another exit;

there is always a means of letting go.

to that---i jumped out of a window

at the realization i was falling on the flight

of an unfamiliar repose.

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the buddhist seeks the path to nirvana.

the hindu seeks the path to nirvana.

the christian seeks the path to salvation.

the muslim seeks the path to enlightenment.

love seeks the path onward

and lets all other paths be traveled.